Chapter Twenty
Rachel
I sat at a large round table in Wildlands, wondering if Remy would actually be here. Per a report from Charlie, who was sniffing out every detail she could learn about him from everyone already, Remy had told Jesse he would be here.
As if conjured by thought alone, he appeared from the back hallway. I happened to be seated in his line of sight, purely by chance. The moment I saw him, my pulse skittered and my belly flipped. From twenty feet away or thereabouts, his eyes snagged mine, and it felt as if a flame licked through the air across the room.
In a matter of seconds, he was pulling out the empty chair beside me. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said, his slow drawl an aphrodisiac on its own.
“Hey.” When his hand brushed my thigh as he pulled his chair in, I almost sigh
